The day I was alive for two decades in this world; and it rained so perfectly;The dawning, and reawakening of my stifled spirit; a solitary proclamation of my faithAnd almost immediately afterthe hardest days of my life;letting go of past hurts, cares, cries in the night;And clothing the sorry shadow of myself in comfort;crocheted wool and woven cotton

M A Y

When I went to a pumpkin festivaland danced in the early hours of the morningand where I slowly began to find myself again; to sit quietly, to meditate on morning, studying, art, red,Feeling: it is so good to be alive

J U N E

When in the early weeks of winter, a sudden and unexpected warmth filled my heartand it was reciprocated;

J U L Y

Those camellia petals fell at my feet;as bliss fell freely when I slept and woke -With total, unfettered abandon I dreamed;I told a dear friend that those dreamsthat I had always held close and fast to my heartwhere finally being realised,

A U G U S T

And the trees climbed, and sunsets watched

S E P T E M B E R

And thenas uncomplicated and freelythat we fell in love,Alex and I decided to marry;that our four feetbelonged together

O C T O B E R

And in the seasons' joy,still my feet did not leave the ground -they ran with children among daisies,and grew strong.

N O V E M B E R

Days when I studied hard;and found myself around blue,and water and whimsy,

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